We’re getting there. Up to 83 pages in the Frozen Dreams manuscript now. Starting to build up steam, too. I’ll need to put more stuff in earlier, stoke the fire up a bit more.
“Well, that’s the knife.” Mike’s voice grew a little harder. “What about the hair, Shamus?”
“What about it?” I won’t say that I was defensive. Much.
“The hair you took off of the guy, instead of having him arrested.”
“Or killed,” Lucas said helpfully. Mike gave him an epic orcish side-eye: Lucas looked aggrieved. “What? Fella had an evil demonic knife. You can absolutely kill those on sight.”
“He was unconscious!” I said.
“What, you’re not as evil when you’re asleep?”